Toast

She stands gob-smacked, bug-eyed, stunned, engrossed…
His cock reaches her elbow almost!
As she haltingly strips,
Gets the knob in her lips,
He says “Baby, your sweet pussy’s toast!”

Taste and try

Pussies ain’t all the same… for example,
There’s tight, snug , and them more than ample…
Bald, hairy, tattooed,
Virgin, seasoned, much screwed…
A shrewd punter would ask for a sample.

The intern

She submitted, with pitiful deference,
Hoping to get a good reference…
Splendid? Top class?
And got fucked in the arse…
Not, of course, one would guess, her first preference.

Breath

He approached it… pink, glistening, hairless…
A chap wouldn’t want to be careless,
He thought, being young…
With his nose and his tongue
In her cunt… hot, damp, tasty… but airless!

Relativity

It was pretty thin ice, where they’d skated…
Got naked… fooled round… cool, but fated
To not turn out well,
But she thought “What the hell?
He’s so sexy… So what they’re related?”